Boss Radio

They tell me it's spring. The flowers in my garden thought that a month ago and they were wrong, but this is spring according to the calendar so that's different. But not that different because the calendar's wrong as well. The venerable old tree at the bottom of our garden doen't think it's spring yet. It's showing no sign of bursting into leaf, and quite right too because it's phlippin' phreezing up in the computer room right now, and that means it's going to be even colder in my bedroom. I'm not about to start talking in Fahrenheit just yet.

This is, of course, my excusereason for not being around on here much of late. I can just about stand to check my emails and ebay but blogging is a luxury my little fan heater just isn't up to.

At the moment my fingers are like ice-lollypops (I would have said icicles but they've still got traces of the sweetener that I put in my tea on them), but I'm scarcely noticing. That's a lie, I am now noticing with a vengence but up till now I've been sitting fascinated by the £-$ exchange rate. I went to XE.com just to check if it was worth my while buying a CD from the US and as I looked the rate changed. The pound was now worth 0.0001 more against the dollar. I'm not even sure if that 0.0001 was in cents or nupennies and I don't care. All I knew was that if it kept rising I could buy that CD.

So I watched.

It's fascinating. Why is the pound slowly crawling up against the dollar? Has confidence in the pound suddenly gone up because we didn't change the interest rate this month? Is the dollar collapsing at the thought of someone of the wrong colour, age, or sex entering the White House?

Or are the strange faceless people who make money out of screwing around with our lives while not actually contributing anything to the economy whatsoever busy pushing up the pound prior to selling it and buying the now devalued dollar, which will then rise in value again so that they can sell it and buy something else that they've devalued?

I'm thinking option three. Pah. Pondscum of the Earth, the lot of them. Come the revolution....

Which hasn't stopped me from buying the CD, so Ms. DooWop, if you're reading this. Get that CD into the bag and off to me quick, before the faceless ones strike again...